The day became overcast
raindrops began to fall
the procession moved slowly
toward their destination
traveling in silence
events of the day unfolding
goodbyes were silently whispered
your presence hovered near
the flag was neatly folded
placed in waiting arms
kissing it I bowed my heart
procession moved slowly toward their destination...........................yes i can feel the tempest of death...nice
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An impressive description of the final procession.